Friday, September 23, 2011

It's Party Time!

So back to the pity
party with me, myself, and my computer with 26 tabs opened to different
jobs.

I kept hoping I would read a job description and think, “That’s it!!
My destiny all wrapped up in 60 words or less!” No such luck.

So finally I turned to my safe zone. Nannying.
I was not thrilled about this prospect, but applied partly out of
desperation and partly because of that voice in my head screaming, “Get out before the cat pillows and
embroidered cat sweaters get you first!”

I applied for a couple of jobs that I thought might actually
be fun. No word. I got a couple of messages from moms
interested in my profile, but none of them fit what I was looking for except
one. So I responded to that one, while still applying to others I thought would
be more fun.

Well, what do you know, I finally got an interview with the
not-so-fun-looking job. I interviewed,
loved the family, and loved the kids! I
could work part time and still make more than I was hoping to make, plus they
gave me some vacation days and paid holidays!

The final dilemma was the car situation. I would need the car twice a week, but if I
had it, my dear other half would have to work for more than 9 hours those days. Well, here’s the kick in the pants,
reader.

Three weeks before my job starts, my hubbub gets called into
a meeting where they tell him he can now work from home one day a week, any day
he chooses. Hallelujah and thank you
Jesus, problem solved. (He works just one long day and gets a short day in return,
which he needs in order to pick me up in time from the job. Could it get any
more perfect?)

And after all my whining and complaining (and a dash of
sulking), I realized God had done exactly what I asked him to do. Never once did I get an interview with
Starbucks or any other nanny job. He
opened the doors, and gave me a great job.